I look at Mona. “I’m not drunk.”
Detrick sighs. “I’m going to do you a big favor, Burkholder, and cut you loose. But if you show up again drunk or sober or in a fuckin’ spaceship, you’re going to jail. You got it?”
The cuffs snap open. “I understand.”
“Chief, what’s going on?” Mona asks.
“I’ll explain later,” I say, rubbing my wrists.
Detrick points at the door, as if I’m a stray dog that’s wandered in off the street. “Get out before I change my mind and throw you in the drunk tank the rest of the night.”
“Keep an eye on Jonas,” I say to Mona.
“I called an ambulance,” she says.
“Cancel it,” Detrick snaps. “That murdering piece of shit is fine.”
Shaking her head, Mona grabs the phone and dials.
Detrick glares at me, something darker than contempt glittering in his eyes. “Get the hell out of here.”
I leave without looking back.
Mona Kurtz had always prided herself on her ability to stay calm during stressful situations. Mainly because she was really into the whole cop thing. She liked the excitement. She admired the way they kept their cool when all hell was breaking loose. She didn’t feel very calm tonight.
She used to love her job at the police department. She was a night bird by nature, and working the graveyard shift was perfect. The phones and dispatch radio were relatively quiet, so she could read or catch up on homework from the criminal justice course she was taking at the community college, and the guys always gave her the scoop on all the good gossip around town.
Unfortunately, the job had pretty much gone to shit since the murders began. Everyone was on edge. The guys needed reports typed or data entered into the computer. The phones rang off the hook until the wee hours. People were getting downright weird. To top things off, Nathan Detrick had set up shop in the chief’s office. The sheriff might have some charm—if you liked bald old guys, anyway—but there was something about him that gave Mona the freaking willies.
The job really started sucking after the chief got fired. Mona still didn’t know all the details. But she knew a lot more than people realized. Phone people, no matter how low on the totem pole, could figure out almost anything from who called whom and the messages they left. As far as she was concerned, Chief Burkholder had been royally screwed over.
She couldn’t believe the chief had just about gotten herself arrested. It wasn’t like Kate to cause problems. What the hell was she thinking? Mona had always put the chief on a pedestal of sorts. In fact, Kate was one of her role models. Well, the chief and Stephanie Plum, anyway. Detrick handcuffing her and threatening to arrest her was downright freaky.
“Strange stuff going on tonight.”
Mona looked up to see Pickles approach. “Tell me about it.”
Craning her neck, she glanced toward the hall leading to the basement. “Where’s Baldy?”
Pickles leaned against her desk. “In the chief’s office.”
Mona lowered her voice. “Was the chief really drunk?”
“She’s been under a lot of stress with these murders.” He sighed. “Ain’t the first time a cop turned to booze.”
Mona doodled on her message pad. “I wish she was still chief.”
“You and me both.”
“I hate all this weird shit. Working for Detrick sucks.”
The switchboard trilled. Turning her radio down, Mona slid the headset over her ears and hit Talk. “Painters Mill PD.”
“This is Ronald Duff with the Indiana State Police calling for Chief of Police Kate Burkholder.”
“Chief Burkholder isn’t in.” Mona still couldn’t bring herself to tell people Kate was no longer chief. Breaking that kind of news to the public wasn’t her responsibility. She supposed she was hoping everything would get straightened out and Kate would return. After tonight, it sure didn’t look that way.
“You know how to reach her?” the man asked.
“Sheriff Detrick is here. Can he help you?” She’d been instructed by the sheriff to pass all the chief’s calls to him, which Mona had been doing.
“That would be fine. Thanks.”
“Can I tell him what it’s regarding?”
“I found a better image of the victim here in Indiana, and I wondered if he wanted me to fax it.”
Satisfied Detrick was the correct person this man should speak to, Mona transferred the call.